Throned By Blackstorms

Moonrise fields of sorrow
Our mighty fathers fell
Mountains watches memories
From a darkshining past

laid in frost
Below a bleak sun
Under icicled paths
Mighty were the
Fathers of norsemen
And in us they shall return

Shine for me
Fields of sorrow
Shine for me dread moon
And make me
Neverending snowfall

Moonrise fields of sorrow [repeat]

laid in frost
Below a bleak sun
Under icicled paths
Mighty were the
Fathers of norsemen
And in us they shall return